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Look at the horizon,
It looks rather close,
Once you're getting closer
It's actually farther more.
That's not a good goal, is it?
So maybe wake up now?
Or maybe it's too late,
Little decoy, you're so into the bait!
There's no more time to wait,
But patience you must learn.
It's cold, but you feel warm,
It's hot, but you're so cold,
You're young, but you're so old,
You only breathe in mould,
Your brain buried your dreams,
Behave, don't make a scene,
And don't you ever dare
To keep secret a spare
Of hopes. You learned nothing in school;
That was the plan, you fool!
"All in all,
You're just another brick in the wall!"